[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Hexict

A young brown molly was cleaning her pelt. Like her mother, she liked to make herself looks presentable. Despite loosing her mother at a young age, she knew enough about her Blazingnight to know that she wanted to be just like her. She wanted to become as beautiful as her mother, becoming as strong and powerful. To be able to lead the clan and make others do as she wished. Her mother had been strong,a great leader that the clan would never appreciate. And Dovekit hoped to just like her.

But she wasn't going to let someone like Bucknight push her around.

Of course, she was also proud of her father. Not only was her mother a great warrior that would go down in history - though depicted as 'evil' while she really wasn't - but her father had also been an amazing warrior. He had been great as well. Dovekit had wished that he and Blazingnight had stayed in her life longer, but shortly after the murder of her mother during the attack Skyclan had launched on them, Burdockpool had gone missing along with two of her brothers - Blackkit and Mountainkit.

Though it was just that she wanted to become great like her parents, but she felt like she had to. How could she grow up to become nothing if both her parents were so great? She had to become something that the clans would talk about even after her death. She had to become something bigger than the clan and anyone else. She had to become strong and great, something that Blazingnight and Burdockpool could be proud of.

She had to become like them.

Dovekit's hazel gaze flicked up as she saw a familiar tabby pelt moving in the corner of her vision. She straightened up and noticed Tawnykit headed towards Onyxkit. She narrowed her orbs and watched for a moment, noting that they didn't really spoke at first, Tawnykit awaiting to see if their brother would want to speak to her, letting him talk first. The observer just rolled her orbs.

She hadn't bothered much with her family since the disapearenced of Blackkit, Mountainkit and Burdockpool. It wasn't that she didn't love them... she was jut focused on more important things than their family. How could focus on Tawnykit and Onyxkit when she was too busy thinking about her training when she would become an apprentice? Their apprenticehood was looming ahead, and she was ready to tackle it and prove herself... so why bother with Tawnykit and Onyxkit? She doubted that they would be able to help further her towards her ambitions.

But still... they were the only family she had left.... The delicate looking molly got to her paws and began to head towards her brother and sister. She wasn't sure what she would say to them when she reached them, feeling her felt heat up with the awkwardness. Dovekit was social- or at least when it would help her get what she wanted - but she still wasn't sure what to say around her family. She didn't want to bring up their parents or missing siblings in case it triggered one of them, but what else did they have to talk about? Dovekit wasn't like either of her remaining litter-mates, making her feel like an outsider within her own family.

So when she reached them, Dovekit remained silent similarly to how Tawnykit had, waiting to see if either of them would speak first.

Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

Onyxkit internally sighed when he realized his sisters refused to start the conversation. Why me? He thought silently, dread pulling at his heart. He didn't know how to begin anything, even a conversation. Out of the three kits, he was probably the most insecure. He didn't think very highly of himself, and he was always fearful of confrontation. He despised socializing. But the two kits before him were his only living family - that he was knowledgeable of, that is. He genuinely wanted to get to know them. And so he spoke.

``Um, hi,`` He meowed, his tail-tip twitching uneasily. It's so awkward! With a brief sigh, Onyxkit cut straight to the point. They were family - they wouldn't judge him, would they? ``Okay, we've all been terribly effected by everything. Our mother's death, and our father's and brothers' disappearances. So... how do we deal with it? Where do we go from here?`` He had adopted a confident tone as his short speech continued, though it was rather forced. He didn't want his littermates to see him as weak - especially with the knowledge of their parents. He couldn't be a disappointment, he wouldn't. Gathering determination, he straightened his spine and squared his shoulders. And he continued to talk, ``We're kin, and we're all we have left. My thoughts of this - we need to stick together. Our mother's name is despised within these Clans, so what do they think of us? We're probably just more mouths to feed to them, useless and wastes of space. And alone, that's what we are to them. Personally, together, I think we can prove them wrong. We have to; for ourselves and our future families. We can't give up on these Clans, though, okay? Only weaklings and traitors do that, and we're neither. What are your guys' thoughts on our situation..?``

Onyxkit enjoyed taking charge of the conversation, and he held his head high proudly. It was all quite an act, though, to hide his insecurities beneath confidence. And it was a good idea.. something he'd keep, and continue to do. He said it himself - their clanmates could not see them as weak, and if he continued to sulk, that's what he would be in their eyes. For now on, he'd hide his anxiety beneath a facade. His tail-tip twitched lazily at his side, and his chest was puffed out to offer a leaderly posture. His ears would often swivel at the sounds of camp surrounding him, but he kept his golden eyes on his sisters, determined to show both confidence, interest, and loyalty.

The small, dark furred brown tabby looked at Dovekit, her amber hues flickering nervously between her family. She clenched her jaw, wishing that this was not all her family. Four were gone, and she felt deep in her heart that none of them were coming back. A slight shudder ran down her spine as he spoke. But nevertheless, Tawnykit nodded at Onyxkit's words, pretending not to feel slightly disappointed. She realized that she knew exactly how he would take to her plans. He would see it as an act of weakness and betrayal. That above all was something she couldn't bare, and lowered her head, working her long claws into the pine needles, once soft but now hardened by thick, cool ice. But she silently wondered if both of them would judge her for it, and hold the judgement. A low growl rumbled from deep in her throat, starting off quiet and getting ever louder. She glared at the ground, then closed her eyes, the grown fading slowly to no more than the contest of rumblings.“I don't know, but.... You've got a point I suppose.” she suppressed a sigh, realizing that in a sense, he had unintentionally called her both a weakling and a traitor, as she had lost faith in both ShadowClan, and everyone but her littermates. Gathering her courage, she squared her shoulders and readied to speak before the lost her composure and gave up on speaking her mind. “But I don't see any point in staying. I know how you'll feel about my point of view, but we're littermates, and I trust that we can speak openly.” she began, pausing to have a long, shuddering breath. “But I can't stand this place. Everybody, they look at us as if we're disgusting and frightening, and not like them. Like we're monsters.” She said, spitting out the last word like she'd bitten into a piece of crowfood, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and helplessness. “These... warriors, they don't see us as individuals, but as reflections. Reflections of cats that they believe to be evil. They don't see us, but rather, what they want to see.” she said, releasing moons of pent up anger. Once she'd spoken, she felt oddly empty, as if she had filled herself with nothing but anger. Tawnykit knew it wouldn't last long, but it felt good for the time being.

The small kit, just about apprentice age sat back, shifting uneasily. She looked at both her siblings, feeling her love for them flood her chest, and she made an odd, sniffly noise, trying to keep a face devoid of the sorrow she felt welling up inside herself. All she had left, and yet, she felt the burning desire to run. To leave them to face ShadowClan without her. She wanted badly to leave, to no longer have this weight settled upon her shoulders. She wanted to leave her siblings and let them deal with it on their own, but deep down, she knew that that would make her no better than the cats who'd celebrated their mother's death, and with fierce determination, she watched both siblings with an ebbing unease. “But I will not leave. Not unless it is evident that it is the only path available.” she said, sounding more confident that sure of herself than she felt. Then Tawnykit turned towards Dovekit, wondering what Dovekit had to say about all this.

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